"I'm not a vampire, moron," House sneers, adding an uncharacteristic hiss at the end. He doesn't like this. Screwing with his physical environmental and body is one thing. Screwing with his mind? That's where he draws the line for other people. The only one experimenting on him that way should be himself. The doctor's eyes darken.

"How ze hell do ve vake up?" Clearly, pain isn't the answer. Otherwise Peter should definitely be away after the knock with House's cane.